I’m sorry for the long absence; it’s been hard. I just got unemployed XD, I could not find the mood to write a chapter. Anyway, I’ll just drop some chapters from time to time when I’m better settled.
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#31
“F, Fuck, you, Al… are, are you trying to destroy my pussy?” she mumbled in a daze.
I was savoring the tightness of her pussy when I heard her words. I smiled unmeant. I started rubbing her soft back.
“You’re the one who tried to seduce me~” I said, sighing from the pleasure I’m feeling. It felt so good! I could feel the heat of her pussy as I began to penetrate her. She was so warm, soft, and wet that I began to shake from the sensations.
“F, fuck. Can’t you be any sluttier? And for the record, you’re the one seducing me! I doubt any man out there would let a woman rub lotions on their body without trying to drag her to bed!” Donna rolled her eyes, a loud moan escaping from her thin lips. “W, wait! Don’t, don’t move, yet.”
“Okay.”
“You’re a monster,” she whimpered with pleasure and desperately clutched the edge of the sink to keep her balance. “Fuck! You’re even bigger than the biggest toy I had.”
“I know you like it,” I leaned over and started kissing her nape down her back.
“Fuck! I said Don’t move!” she grunted.
I could hear the pain and discomfort in her voice. But I ignored her pleas, feeling her soft, petite body with my hands. Caressing her perky small tits from behind while showering her back with faint kisses.
“A, Al, I’m, I’m serious, aaahh, don’t fuck me yet! You, you’re too b, big-!”
She was moaning in pain. And yet despite her words, I could feel her pussy working on my prick- the inner rings rippling up the length of my cock as if she were jerking me off with her pussy. The wet walls of her cunt molded to the contours of my huge cock.
Her mouth was slack, and the whites of her eyes showed as the intense sexual pleasure crawled over her face.
“Oh you, f, fucker… oh! F, fuck!… ahhhh!” she gasped. “Oh Fuck, it feels good!”
The resistance went out of her body. Her curses and complaints stopped, and she grew yielding and plaint. She bent over, resting her cheek on the sink edge, gyrating her ass slowly back into my thrusts.
“Ohhhh! Oh fuck me, fuck me!” she greened hoarsely. “Yes, yessss!”
I scisored her stiff nipples with my fingers, plunging my cock into her rapidly, gasping as she shimmied her ass and pinched me with her cunt-muscles. I accelerated the pace, piercing and reaming her with my rigid prick. She was mewling constantly now.
I was lost in the feeling of her tight pussy, I no longer cared that she was my friend’s girlfriend. My brain was screaming how wrong this was but adolescent fantasies of screwing this gorgeous woman overpowered any sane thought.
My whole self was lost; all I wanted to do was cum in Donna’s dripping wet pussy. But I am not alone in this madness. She was crumbling before my eyes- wanting this as bad as me that she started pushing her ass back against me and trying to get me deeper in her pussy.
There was no thinking; we were just lost in sexual delight, and only the intense pleasure mattered.
“Ummmmmm,” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Ahhh… Ah! Ah! AAAHHHHIEEEE!”
Then, without warning, she exploded in an orgasm.
I felt that shudder and quake rip through her body. Her body quivered and I felt her pussy clinch my cock. Her shaking was harder and stronger than the first time. Her pussy was like a vice; it squeezed and milked my cock.
She bent over further as her orgasm rocked her body and I could not stop myself from trying to push my hips forward and back, trying to sink my cock in her. I knew somewhere in my brain that this was wrong, but no one was listening to that voice.
I kept trying to push as deep her as possible into her hot wet pussy. Again, she held on to the sink and let another orgasm pass. This time, the longer she held the edge of the sink, the more I rocked my hips to push in and out of her like a dog rutting his bitch, I clung to her thin, slender body while moving my hips in wild abandon.
“I’m cumming!”
As her pussy gripped my cock I could not hold out anymore and a flood of cum shot from my cock deep inside of her. My cock started pulsing as load after load shot into her.
The second she felt me cum in her she set off the second biggest orgasm yet. Her breathing was so fast it sounded like she had just run a marathon. Her whole body was shaking, we both just stood there propped against the sink, and I was pinning her from behind.
It took over a minute for both of us to catch our breath and be able to move.
When our orgasm subsided, we both realized what had just happened, but were both too far gone to care. I don’t even know if Donna was feeling guilty about this. She looked at me like she wanted to eat me whole before she turned around to face me and started kissing me.
“Fuck! That was amazing!” she cried out. She cupped my face and started planting slobbering kisses on my face. “I’ve never been fucked like that before! You’re the best!”
“Well, you’re welcome…?” I started to feel a little bit guilty. Just a little. But that guilt was short-lived, especially when Donna looked none of it and happily showered him with hungry kisses.
“You sure came inside me a lot,” Donna purred, smirking as she lazily traced circles on my chest. “What if I got pregnant?”
She said it like it was no big deal. Like she was talking about spilling coffee—not creating life.
My body stiffened. “Wait—aren’t you protected?”
“Nope.”
That word hit me like a slap. I sat up straight. “What?! You’re joking, right?”
She laughed softly and leaned in, letting her breath tickle my ear. “Nope. I stopped taking the pills over a year ago.”
“What the hell, Donna?! You should’ve told me that before we—before I…”
“If I had, would you have finished inside me?”
“Of course not!”
“Exactly,” she said with a shrug. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. And besides, you didn’t ask.”
“You—! What would you do if you got pregnant?! What about Rodrigo?!”
She met my panic with a cool smile.
“He won’t know if you don’t tell him.”
I blinked.
“I… What—what are you even saying?!”
Donna tilted her head, amused by how flustered I was. “Relax. You’re acting like you’ve never dealt with this kind of thing before.”
“Because I haven’t!” I blurted. “This is serious! You could—”
“Alvin,” she interrupted, voice firm and sultry. “Rodrigo and I have been trying to conceive for almost a year now. Nothing. Nada. Zero results. I seriously doubt you’d succeed in one go. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“That’s not the point—! I mean, we don’t know that. What if I’m, I don’t know… more fertile or something?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. Now that’s interesting. What’s your semen tier?”
“My… what?”
Donna blinked. “Wait. You don’t know your tier?”
I shook my head, genuinely lost.
“Haah… men these days,” she sighed, almost disappointed. “Alright, listen. Semen is ranked here. From Tier A down to E. Tier A means your fertility is top-tier—you’ve got about a 30–40% chance of impregnating a woman with consistent sex over ten sessions or more. Tier E? Barely 8–10%, even with daily attempts over a year.”
“That’s… a thing?”
“Of course, it’s a thing. That’s how the government tracks viable males,” she said, stretching her arms like this was basic kindergarten knowledge. “The higher your tier, the more benefits, protection, and incentives you get. Women—even high-status ones—line up for A-rankers.”
I rubbed my temples. “So… what if I am high-tier?”
Donna smiled like I’d just told her the lottery numbers. “Then congratulations. You’d be even more valuable than you already are. But to know for sure, you’d need to get an official test. You should, by the way. Since you’ve become sexually active.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “And if you do knock me up… I’d honestly be thrilled.”
That sent a strange chill down my spine. Not fear—something more primal.
“But… what about Rodrigo?” I asked again, softer this time.
“He doesn’t need to know,” she said, caressing my jaw. “Why should he? You’d be doing him a favor.”
“What kind of twisted logic is that?”
She sat back slightly, her expression turning strangely serious. “Rodrigo’s Tier is barely D. Almost E. The chances of him getting me pregnant are pathetic. He’s been taking boosters, stimulants, drugs—nothing. If I suddenly get pregnant and don’t tell him the details, do you think he’ll complain?”
“That’s… cruel.”
“No,” she corrected, “that’s kind. Because he dreams of having a child. And I intend to give him one. Even if I need someone else’s help.”
I hesitated. “You think that’s what he wants?”
She nodded. “Rodrigo wouldn’t care who the father is, not if it meant finally being a dad. He’d be happy. And you…” She gave me a slow, seductive smile. “You’d just be the secret ingredient.”
I stared at her, stunned. Somewhere deep down, guilt tried to crawl out of my chest—but it didn’t reach the surface. Rodrigo was my friend, sure… but I’d only met him today. I had no real memories of our bond, no attachment to the version of myself that existed before I woke up in this strange, flipped world.
Donna leaned closer and whispered, “A real man supports his friend when it matters most.”
“A real friend doesn’t sleep with his friend’s girlfriend,” I muttered.
“Unless his friend needs him to,” she whispered back, sealing her point with another kiss. “And believe me, even if he knows this, he would not care.”
And just like that, she had me again—melting into her arms, her lips consuming every last shred of resistance I had left.
She looked so sure of herself, so confident that nothing about this was wrong. That we weren’t doing anything wrong. That Rodrigo would be thankful, not betrayed.
And truthfully… I didn’t know how much I cared. Rodrigo was my friend, yeah—but I only met him today. I knew nothing about the version of me that lived in this world before I woke up here.
I felt guilty—but only a little. And with Donna saying all that, all my overthinking just felt… stupid.
I reached up, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for another kiss. No longer being hindered by what is good and what is bad, she reached back and guided me into her dripping pussy and started riding me again.
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